A Whisper in the Middle of the Night That Changed Everything by Morning
The argument started quietly, almost harmlessly, like a shadow slipping into the room. On any other night, it might have been shrugged off or laughed at. But that night, the words landed differently. They hit something raw inside me, something already tender and tired. And instead of letting it go, I held onto it. One sharp comment became another. Words meant to explain turned into words meant to defend. Defending turned into accusing. Accusing turned into silence. Then voices rose, not loud enough to scream, but loud enough to sting.